Flowers Never Emit So Sweet And Strong

Like A Morning Dream, Life Becomes More And More Bright The Longer We Live, And The Reason Of Everything Appears More Clear. What Has Puzzled Us Before Seems Less Mysterious, And The Crooked Paths Look Straighter As We Approach The End.

Recollection Is The Only Paradise From Which We Cannot Be Turned Out.

It Is Easier And Handier For Men To Flatter Than To Praise.

Repetition Is The Mother Of Education.

The Darkness Of Death Is Like The Evening Twilight; It Makes All Objects Appear More Lovely To The Dying.